SFCumdog

What a great story!!! Can't wait to read the rest of it

It's one more way for people to hide what they really want, and only reveal that to those that pass muster for them, for fear of being judged by those who might see their profile. There are a ton of tops here because they think that that's the macho thing to appear to be (not that I agree), until they see your big dick and then they become total bottoms. There's also lots who say "condoms/safe only" so that their friends don't know that they Bareback. But they will hit you up when your profile says raw only and want you to breed them. I've known plenty of hot boys who only put out there that they want guys their own age and below, but who do they come to for a real fucking when they leave their age appropriate BF's place? The older guy with the big dick who will plow them into the mattress and leave them begging for more... that's who. I'm convinced this is just the latest dimension to the "hide your true intentions" drama. They are Sides because they don't want their friends to know that they engage in anal, but then they hit you up because they want to top or bottom. I have only ever known one singular person in all my years who did not like anal at all, and he's still like that. And still has never had a real long term boyfriend either, if that tells you anything.

I'm probably not going to make a lot of friends by posting what I am going to, but here goes. In High School my sister started dating a guy a year younger than her. I just inherently felt that he was gay, but I had no actual proof, so I let it go. In the interim I got more comfortable with who I was, and started going to bars and things. I had never tried to date girls, though some had come after me. I just knew that it was not for me, I much preferred the cock I had been getting all through high school. At the bars I went to there were always these older gays that you would meet who had at one time been married, (some still were) and then all they did was talk shit about their ex wives and how horrid they had been, and continued to be, post divorce. I just fell into the trap of believing them as they blathered on about what bitches they had been married to, feeling sorry for what they had endured. Time passes, and my sister announces she is getting married to this guy. Against all my better judgement I tried to suggest to her that perhaps he was gay and did she really know what she was doing. She assured me that he was not, and that he loved sex too much to be gay. And she kind of got pissed at me and it affected our relationship for a long time. Eventually they married and life moved on. About 5 years into the marriage I started seeing warning signs. All these couples that they would become tight friends with, would eventually mysteriously fall away couple by couple for some arcane reason or another. Then he started getting campier than usual. My BF at the time said to me "There's something going on there." We all got our haircut by the same very obviously gay hairdresser. One day my BF popped in for a cut and there was my brother in law on the chair getting a cut and my BF said the two of them were acting like they were in love with one another. Suddenly they'd be going into NYC on their days off while my sister was working, etc... And then the shit hit the fan. He told my sister that he was having "gay thoughts." Of course, just when he does this, and things start falling apart, didn't she find out she was pregnant. They stayed together, had the kid, and spent the next 5 tumultuous years with him trying to keep a lid on it (which I told her he'd never be able to do), while things continued to spiral downward. He became increasingly more flamboyant... the clothes, the hair, the jewelry, etc... which caused everyone to speculate behind about them behind their backs. He got more distant and bitchy, paid little to no attention to the child, etc... They owned a business together which he ran into the ground by spending like he was a Vanderbilt. And he became increasingly nastier to my sister. It finally got to the breaking point, and when did he decide to finally own up to his being gay? Well that happened the week before Christmas, in true self centered fashion, when he walked out on them and never looked back. I guess the point that I am trying to make here is that a lot of nice women really get badly hurt by men who don't have the balls to just be their authentic selves from the get go, and instead use them as covers for their being gay until it no longer serves them. Then they do shit behind their backs thinking their wives are stupid, when what they are really doing is ruining their wive's self esteem, their self worth, and betraying their trust. It's great if somehow you have a wife who is in on it with you, but most aren't, and never signed up for this. I get that some guys don't really come to know who they are till they are older too and that's a whole other discussion. But I at last saw the other side of the equation from what all those bitter gay divorcees were always dishing about. Is it any wonder your wives turn into bitches after doing this to them? My sister's life has never been the same. They divorced and she remarried, only to be widowed in her 40s. Her husband has turned into a bitter, miserable shell of a drunken human, who stills continues to disappoint her and their now grown child. So to everyone that thinks this stuff is so great, and wonders should they divorce... I'd suggest for once doing the right thing if this is who you are and this is what you want in life. You've used your wife long enough. Let her try to get on with her life while she still can and still has some self respect left. Those bitter ex wives are bitter for a reason. And until you've seen the mess you created from the other side of this, you can never understand what you are doing to them.

Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. But he kinda gives off a vibe like that, so I'm not surprised.

I'm glad to hear that! I was in my 20s and would grab copies at the Chancellor Street Baths in Philadelphia whenever they had them.

There used to be a great website that covered the history of the ones in San Francisco. Not sure if it is still available though.

I would read Steam any time I could get my hands on a copy. It was a fantastic read and I loved hi way of looking at life, sex, being poz, etc... I wish I could have met him in person and told him that.

Vander is such a sexy fuck. I'd love to meet him!

I find that gays can get easily offended when they think they are being judged. And to many, saying "I'm not into that" regardless of how you yourself meant it, feels like being judged, especially the further away from vanilla that kink they divulged to you tends to be. Additionally many still feel a certain amount of shame about themselves and about their sexual tastes that can stem from a very young age. The "I'm not into that" statement triggers those old feelings of shame and rejection. And they block you so that they don't ever start that same conversation over with you again and have the same thing happen.

Well bring it on! I think we'll all be anxiously awaiting those stories.

For a first timer, I'd say you hit it out of the ballpark. It sure boned me up in a hurry. Here's to many more installments!!!

I can't believe that I never finished this story when it was first published. I started re-reading and found now that there was so much more. I was totally hooked. What a great storyteller you are. Thank you for sharing your talents with all of us.

Damn, that was one of the best ever. Not sure how I missed it when it was first posted. Part 2 please???

I lived in a smaller city and was partnered. Never thought I'd get it, and played relatively safely. The only people in my area that seemed to be dying of it at the time were IV drug users and Haitians. So it was a complete surprise to me when I was diagnosed in '97. Years later a very well known doctor in SF told me that, based on my condition at the time of diagnosis, I had probably converted 9 to 10 years earlier. So that means '87 or '88. I'm glad I didn't know because I'd probably be dead. And the weird thing is that there were enough medical issues during that decade that a savvy doctor should have recognized that there was something more going on. Yet none of them did. But here I am all these years later still relatively healthy with regards to the HIV, but facing other conditions related to getting older.

I found this book on the library shelves of my college library. I furtively read the whole thing hidden deep in the library stacks, turned on the whole time as I read. I usually had to go beat off after reading any part of it. It certainly helped me to understand more of what was going on around me in the bathrooms. I had forgotten all about it till I came across this post.

the discovery of jock straps put me over the edge. And to this day, I still get hard whenever I see a guy in one.

I once read about this thing called breathing through your asshole. It's hard to explain and sounds dubious, but it involves connecting your diaphragm to your ass when breathing and it creates a kind of inward pull/sucking that will pull anything right in with it. It sounds weird, but trust me, it actually works. Once you master it and do that as a cock is trying to enter you, it'll pull it right in with none of the usual issues/pain. It's kind of amazing,

It wasn't so much what the guy said to me as it was the fact that as a professional escort (and he was an exceptionally hot one at that), he wanted to get fucked by me on his one day off. And he ended up spending the night. I'm still flattered by it.

I've missed your stories. Glad to see you back!

In the back of a UPS delivery truck by a hot as fuck UPS driver, still mostly in uniform, while parked on a busy downtown street, knowing that people of all kinds were walking and driving by.

My first cock was about 7 and average girth, but that was just oral. The first in me was about 4.5 and average, but we were fumbling around till he got it in me. I was smart enough to want Vaseline first, but it still hurt even though I thought I was prepared. I've never had as much issue with the larger ones I've taken, as I had with that small one. I always feel like those little guys go extra hard because they all have something to prove.

I'm surprised that he even lets you relieve yourself...

Damn, those are great selections

It feels great... almost like a pair of tightly puckered lips are kissing at the head of your cock when you first start banging into it. Then all of a sudden the bottom relaxes and you kind of fall forward into it as it just opens up, and you glide into a place that most never get to feel. And then the real fun begins. I know that may sound like a silly description, but that's what its always felt like to me.

Great story. Keep it up!